A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She sighed. “Yes, I understand why you lied about your age.” She let him pull her closer again. “So
this thing with the four Bloodsuckers twelve years ago . . .”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. It was just Quil and me at the time. The Bloodsuckers had been
hunting and had their . . . they had a human with them. Quil took two, and I tried to take two. I was
only able to get one. The other . . . he broke my back and three ribs before he ran off with the
human.” He still remembered the way the Bloodsucker had used the human as a shield, somehow
knowing Jacob wouldn’t hurt him worse.
Renesmee gasped. “Oh, my God, Jacob . . . How long did it take you to recover?”
“We heal very quickly. We have to; injuries like broken bones and shit are common. I was fine within
a day.” He shrugged as if it were nothing and leaned in to kiss her head.
“What happened next? Was the one that got away the one that was here?”
“Yes. About two weeks later, I got a package in the mail. It was a badge and a gun from the chief of
police he had taken with him along with a letter to rub it in that he’d gotten the best of me.”
She knew exactly what he was saying. “It wasn’t him,” she said forcefully. She stood up. “My
grandfather was killed by animals, Jacob.” The nightmares from her childhood as well as the one the
night before came back to her. Red eyes and bloody chins . . .
Jacob stood up with her and put his hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Ness.”
“Why didn’t you go after him? Was he still alive? Did he suffer? Oh, God . . .” She wanted to run
away, but she found herself stepping closer and shoving her face into his chest. “Not like that.”
“I couldn’t go after him. I had no idea where he went, and if I left the pack, I’d be helpless. I couldn’t
ask Quil to leave the reservation unprotected for my own purposes. The pack and the tribe are
bigger than me, baby. More important.”
“But it was my grandpa.”
“I know, baby. If I’d known . . . I don’t know.”
She nodded. She couldn’t blame Jacob for her grandfather’s death. She still wanted to deny it had
happened the way he said.
“We get things every few years. Tokens from him to remind us yet again that he thinks he’s better
than us. I’ve always wanted a chance to stop him, but there’s never been any way to track him down
without putting my pack or my tribe in danger. Wednesday, he sent what I consider proof that he’s
been watching us. The other half of this locket was in it.” He held up the chain. “It was why I had to
tell you about me. I wanted to wait until you got more comfortable with me, but I couldn’t. He knows
about you and how much you mean to me.”
She squeezed her arms around his waist. “I’m scared.” Her voice broke.
“I know, baby. I am, too. I swear, though, that my pack and I will keep you safe.”
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